a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

detroit l-o - too smooth lyrics

[intro]

yea (awww yea)
you gotta feel this one right here baby
this for the soul, ya know

[verse 1]

nine in the morning, woke up from a liquor coma
with a girl i had good times with, call her wilona
imma beat it out the frame like a broken picture
ever since yo girl came to me, she got thicker
and detroit l+o not a actor, but i play my role
once i darken up them letters, imma do her bold
yo b+tch got you in check, you forgot the code
she got yo b+lls on a string like a tether pole
cause bro, she in control
bro she don’t even claim you
i asked if she had a n+gga, and she don’t even name you
been up for 3 days straight so far
i’m functioning off 2 hours of sleep and a nutri grain bar
i’m at that point in life where i don’t want no free time
i want every dollar thrown at me, it’s just the grind
i’m riding round with keimo, bouta make something shake
if i refuse to hang around you, then most likely you just fake
[interlude]

it’s a new beginning you know
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth with it)
liveraw or die forgotten, man it’s forever
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth)
you know what i’m saying man, taking them trips
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth with it)
popping champagne in a suite, i want it all ya know
(i’m too smooth, yea)

[verse 2]

in the suite sipping on the finest
b+tches calling me your highness
she whip them enchiladas and that fried rice
now that’s a puerto rican made in china
couple bands in a secret box
dollar bills tucked inside each other like a pair of socks
a couple letters to the lord in my prayer box
all pros, not one cent came off of the block
riding through the good listening to pac
dreams of bringing private yachts to the docks
it ain’t bout progressing then you need to stop
she wanna give me top on my way to the top
imma keep it real if i don’t f+ck with you
i’m triple connected, that’s why we double you
cause defense wins games brody
so when i ball, i’m dikembe, mixed in with kobe

[interlude]

(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth with it)
you know what i’m saying, private jets, private yachts
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth)
you know what i’m saying, you know, i’ma player like bill bellamy, you better tell em’
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth with it)
gold bottle team baby, it’s a new beginning, ya know
(i’m too smooth)

[verse 3}

in my life, i plan to make it far
pop ace, have heart, rock diamonds, life is like a deck of cards
pretty girls with dimples got the best cookie
girls with braces got the wettest p+ssy
don’t judge me baby, that’s my theory
so open and let me test it out if you don’t hear me
hickory salmon, mashed potatoes with a side of broccoli
head ain’t no head if the head ain’t sloppy
you can act like you don’t want it, but i know you lying
once i screw, i’ll have her spraying like a fire hydrant
she said “l+o i just wanna get the best of you”
i just laughed and went to the jazz festival
thought you can catch me up at beni’s, naw i’m at the coach
thought you’d catch me in miami, i’m in aspen hitting slopes
i got a slice, you thought you’d run up when i got a loaf
you ain’t smart, that’s exactly why you n+ggas broke
[outro]

you know she call me daily baby
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth with it)
on the beach slicing a steak, ya know
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth)
catch me on the river walk, ya know
(i’m too smooth with it, i’m too smooth with it)
gold bottle team forever baby, that’s how it’s gon be
(i’m too smooth)

- detroit l o lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS